Chapter 98 Wanting My Friend's Woman (1)
No apologies but I desire my friend's wife.
And I've never been at peace only to be consumed by the want of her.
I met Meryl first but I was a coward not to confess my feelings to her. She was everything a man would ever want, feminine, soft, sweet and tender.
When we'd first met in college five years ago, she had occasionally given me some green lights that she was interested in me but being the sort of shy and nervous person that I was, I pushed her towards my bestfriend, Matt.
Matt was the lady's guy, jovial, funny and receptive to everyone he encountered. And so, I was sorta pleased that I could witness Meryl being herself around me whenever Matt was around.
I was there when they made their relationship official. I was also there when they had a couple of breakups and made up all over again.
I was foolish to think that a time would come when Meryl would become mine. I love her so much that it hurt. I didn't think I could ever forgive myself for giving her to my bestfriend.
"Hello, Meryl," I flashed a smile when she opened the door. I'd received a call from Matt, pleading that I come over to assist his wife in fixing the pipes in the kitchen.
As the owner of a plumbing services company, I managed the business and dispatch my employees to fix broken pipes in people's homes. But Matt insisted that I go over and help Meryl cause he trusted me. Matt was away on business trip to Mongolia.
"Noah," she gasped in surprise, looking over my shoulder - probably wondering why I was perched on her porch.
"Em..didn't Matt say anything about me coming over?"
"Coming over?" She had a stunned expression.
"To fix the pipes...," I added.
"Oh, he didn't actually say you were coming.... Don't mind my manners, do come in," she stepped away from the door, allowing me an entrance.
I entered, catching a whiff of her faint cologne - stilling myself not to hold and touch her. That would definitely startle her.
It was awkward, she watching me while she led me to the kitchen. It was like one of those awkward scenes where I'd watched a woman prepping the plumber on what and what nots to do, and then something steamy occur between them.
But in this scenario, I was the one pushing for a conversation with her. She was hugging herself, wrapping herself with her hands.
She was wearing a creamy silk sleeveless gown which accentuated her round curves and protruded nipples. I couldn't even help my wandering eyes, stealing glances at the nutted dots on her bossom, fair flawless skin and hazel-green eyes.
That must have made her uncomfortable.
"Can you perhaps excuse me?" She tried a vain smile.
I nodded while I continued surveying the broken pipes attached to the zinc.
Again I was reminded of a scene when I had accidentally walked into my bedroom back at college and I'd caught Matt making love to Meryl in my bed. Matt had been living with me during our last days in college and he had called Meryl over as I had gone out for one of my classes.
That scene had never left my head. Most times, I felt myself go hard at the thought of having seen her naked body. Other times, I stroke myself to ease the burden of not having her.
You may call me a terrible man, but man, I guessed that was just what I was. A miserable man who was bent on having a woman that wasn't mine.
She wasn't back with me, I thought - wondering if I should go up the flight of stairs to check on her. It was past thirty minutes and.....
I heard the scream and a fall. I dropped the spanner and raced up the stairs.
"Meryl," I called out, turning to she and Matt's marital bedroom but she wasn't there.
Another cry, followed by a groan. Where was she?
"Meryl? Where are you?" I called out, running a nervous hand over my head.
"I'm right here," her soft voice emanated from the bathroom.
I walked past their bedroom and entered the other room which was their bathroom. She was holding her shin tightly as she turned up her glassy eyes to look up at me.
"Be careful, the ground...," she swallowed up her last words as another pain rocked her.
I noticed the tarred floor was slippery. As I walked in gently, my ankles slowly got swallowed up by the spilled water. Despite her warning, I continued towards her and stooped before her.
"How did this place get all messy?" I asked her, pulling her leg towards me.
She wouldn't let me, until my hand gently touched her hand. Her hand felt so petite in my palm, smooth and clean but worst electrifying.
Somehow, I felt she knew something about me which I couldn't decipher. Could she tell I had liked her for six good years?
"Matt must have left the tap running, he usually forgets little things. I am always quick to switch them off but I hadn't realize he had used this particular toilet until.....," she stopped, shutting her eyes briefly.
"What were you doing here?" I couldn't understand how she had slipped and fallen to the floor.
"I was trying to get my medicine...,"
"Your medicine?" I asked, stunned by her words as I interrupted her.
"I thought you came out to change your dress," my eyes flicked to her yellow dress.
I could see the rise of her white cleavages. I also noticed how proud and stiff her nipples hardened over her silk dress and I swore she must have seen my wandering my eyes.
"My dress?...no, no, no, that wasn't it..," she stuttered.
I had to stop looking at her boobs as much as they were inviting, I just got to stop myself. She might think me a pervert.
"Can you walk?"
She shook her head in negation, willing herself not to cry. I placed one of my hand on the small curve of her back and the other under her thighs then pulled her up.
She gasped, startled obviously by my action.
When we got to the bed, I laid her into a sitting position and wouldn't steer my eyes away from her breasts.
Her v-neck dress exposed her breasts to a much wider view, I noticed the darker skin of her areolas, edging towards her nipples.
My eyes veered back to her face, "what is the medicine for?" The question slipped out from my mouth.
She stared up at me, caught the sight of my eyes on her breasts again and I silently prayed that she wouldn't adjust the strap of her fallen dress, allowing me the glorious view of her bossom.
"We are trying to have a baby," as suddenly as she had exposed them, she suddenly regretted it.
"What do you mean by you've been trying to have a baby?" My eyes stretched wider.